With an arm firmly around the waist of her adoring husband and as she gazes up at his handsome face; Nicole talks about the ‘happiest day of my life’.
Alas, their union as man and wife lasted a mere seven years and all that remains to us of that fateful day in 1985 are the poignant images of the happy couple and that unanswered question – how could it have all gone so terribly wrong? Continue reading Happiest Day of HER Life?
Simpson was, at that moment, losing his proudest possession, his wife. Fed up with O.J.’s abuse and his womanizing, she left Simpson in March of 1992.
His jealous ranting showed up on another 911 tape in 1993. Nicole had called the police after Simpson had kicked in the french doors at the back of the house. On the tape, Simpson’s careful diction is gone.
“He’s going to beat the s–t out of me,” Nicole pleads with the operator. Continue reading The Loss of a Proud Possession…
The voice is, by turns angry, exasperated, terrified and, finally resigned. It is her second 911 call within 10 minutes.
In the background, a man is screaming – about children, tabloids, an old boyfriend. The words are only semi-audible, but his rage needs no amplification.
“Could you get someone over here now, to 325 Gretna Green. He’s back. Please”, asks Nicole Simpson.
“What does he look like?” asks the operator. Continue reading A ‘Drop-Dead’ Soundbite for Violence
Nicole Brown Simpson Remembered. 